The Morning After

[reformingfury]

Neil had already long left the compound, though it was still quite early in the morning for either of them, considering last night's activities. Dave was somewhat glad for it, though. He told himself last night that he'd deal with any regrets in the morning and to just relax while he could with Neil.

Regret still hadn't come to heart, and he's glad for it. The feeling that did settle in him, though, was... stunned? Obscured? "Confused" didn't quite cut it as he made his way somewhat zombie-like back to a couch in the rec room. It felt best to forego his usual run in favor of trying to process... everything.

"What was tha–?"

He gets cut off by the jukebox, playing something all too appropriate and embarrassing. Really, it was mercifully quiet just now. Is that necessary?

"Holy shit. No. Just..."

Rushing over, Dave tries to figure out how to turn down the volume before it wakes everyone else that isn't up yet. Unfortunately, that's not how the jukebox works, does it?

[OOC: Timed to the Saturday before the Old West plot started. I almost wasn't going to post this, but I needed to.]

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[neither_a_nor_b]

"It'll have puppies and balloons," Bay promised. "Very adorable. Very precious."

Or maybe bear cubs. That was a gay culture thing. Right?

[reformingfury]

There, he can now laugh. "Right under icing that says, 'Congrats on making him come, stud!'"

Dave smirks into his mug, remembering that, in spite of his off feelings, it was a very good night. "And I'm so making you one in the future. I'm not as good as you are, but I can attempt a unicorn."

[neither_a_nor_b]

Bay laughed and shook her head. "I think if it's that kind of cake, the last thing that should be on it should be a unicorn."

[reformingfury]

"But it'll be the last time you can be so close to one!" he snickers.

[neither_a_nor_b]

Laughing still, Bay reached out and gave him a light shove.

"Watch out before it's a Congrats on the Sex Cup of Coffee in your lap."

[reformingfury]

"Alright, alright!" He finishes his mug before she can make good on that and gets up to clean it out.

"I think I'm gonna head back down. Get more real sleep in." He gestures at her costume. "You'll probably wanna do the same, Tink."